Hot cup of coffee!_The Perfect Crime_If you don't go wrong, go right._From the Other Side
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Hot cup of coffee!
Hot cup of coffeeWhen I was young, my mother worked all the time in the hospital as a doctor and I spent most of my time with my grandmother. My grandmother had a small but very cozy apartment and I was particularly fascinated by the wallpaper covering all the walls in all the rooms; on which there were drawings of families outings in nature with the pets running here and there.The families had lunch and snacks with a cup of hot tea or coffee. I would contemplate on these drawings for long periods of time and let my imagination run wild and a lot of daydreaming as you can imagine ! And my gran...
The Perfect Crime
I can't believe I'm going back to that place. The place where everything happened. The place where I killed a man. I'm a journalist for a mystery blog in Atlanta. Somehow my boss found an article from 20 years ago about the disappearance of a man named Taylor Wilkenson in a small, un-named town in West Virginia. He also found out that that wretched place was my hometown. Obviously, since I lived there at the time of the disappearance, I should know who to talk to to get information. "Maybe you'll solve the case," he said, "I mean, come on, 18 people live there. Shouldn't be that hard." I don...
If you don't go wrong, go right.
Title of story : If You Don’t Go wrong, go right.Name of the author: Lydia MensahWord count : 1228Page numberswww.onedoor.cc: sixEmail: esthermode005@gmail.comPhone numbers : 020 7238235/0548285822#Write a story where a meal or dinner goes horribly wrong#Ekua Atta woke up early in the morning wanting to try something new. Her routine has made life so boring for her. Waking up has also become a drag. She sat thinking about several options to make her day memorable. All she thought ...
From the Other Side
I am a nobody.Well, not really. I am a somebody but not somebody anybody notices. Sure, they call on me if they spill their drink or if they notice a sticky patch on the airport floor. But other than the human need for my mop, I am a nobody.It has its benefits. After losing my job as an air traffic controller, I just carried on coming to the airport day after day. It was the only place I knew – the only place in which I truly felt like I belong. It was the only place with a free Wi-Fi connection where I could buy a coffee and apply for jobs without devastating my family with the news that I no...